Liam certainly had no idea what was wrong with him. He knew something was wrong, but what was it?
His eyes had been drifting towards Oliver's direction since morning. Oliver seemed friendlier with Rachel, and honestly, he hated it. But why couldn't he stop staring? He guessed his dream must have messed with his brain. The dream had been bothering him too much that he lay down in bed the whole of Sunday without going anywhere. He had even skipped practice again with an excuse that he was sick, and they had a big game tomorrow against Southern Creeks team. He needed to concentrate but he couldn't.
"Are you okay?" Sophie tapped his shoulder. He snapped his head to face her quickly, like a thief caught doing something wrong.
"What?" He asked, turning to look at her.
